It might help new writers to realise that they're not the only ones who can make mistakes. Just ran across something that made me remember one in particular, made by the well-respected and very popular author Larry McMurtry. It happens in his book, the sequel to Lonesome Dove, called Streets of Laredo. In this book, the main character gets old, tangles with a young whippersnapper outlaw who beats the tar out of him. By the end of the encounter, the old hero has lost his right arm (yes, he's right-handed) AND his left leg. He now needs to find a purpose in his life, so he searches about to find something new to occupy his time ...to make the remainder of his life worth living. What does he take up? Wait for it. Whittling sticks. (!!!) I read the passage several times, then re-read the bit leading up to it, thinking ...yo, I've missed something. But no. He finds contentment in stick-whittling. Furthermore, he gets really good at it. One of his character traits is that he's really good at lots of stuff. So, Mr McMurtry, enquiring minds want to know HOWWWWW in blazes does a one-armed, one-legged man whittle a stick? I'm not saying he can't whittle a stick. I'm just saying, as a reader, I want to know HOW. Does he clench the wood between his rapidly-loosening front teeth and hack away at it with his bad hand? He sure as hell can't clap it between his knees and hold it there, can he? Can he, Mr McMurtry? And still be the best darned whittler in six counties? You never told us, dagbaggit. Thank you, Mr McMurtry, for making my day ...again. Can anybody else think of any clangers along this line...?